Custer chronicle. [volume] (Custer City, Black Hills, D.T. [S.D.]) 1880-1890, 1887-03-26
THEY HAD TO V
The Intellectual Amusement of a Bored
Millionaire at Newport.

Millionaire at Newport.
A famous millionaire sat on the edge
Of a table IN the Casino at Newport one
night and stared as his boots in dis
may, says Blakcly Hall in the New
York Sun.
"'Yaw!' he yawned in an excess Of
boredom, as he raised his eyebrows
and rammed his hands deep into his
pockets. ''lt's slow; m~onstrously
slow!'
Apparently it was. One or two men
in faultless attire smoked near a win
dow. Others sprawled in languid des-
peration in the deep arm chairs, and
an eminent stock Spectator added
drowsiness 70 it all by snoring with
subtle but penetrating regularity in the
corner. 1t was a sul,ry night, and the
negro walters mopped their black faces
rs they whispered together in the cor
ridor. The ennuied millionaire could
almost hear the tapping of the water in
the harbor against the sides of his
beautiful steam yacht. His horses
moved uneasily in the heat without and
ratified the big pole chain impatiently.
1t was nearly midnight in the queen
OF American watering places and moth
ing was going on. The millionaire
kicked his heels pevishly against the
table and motioned to one of the wait
ers. They all scrambled forward in
such haste that the oldest one slipped
and almost fell. Tho great man
smiled. whereat a wave of joy passed
over the dusky group, and all but one
retired with teeth in full view. Who
is unhappy when n millionaire smiles?
''Is the champagne well iced p'asked
the man of means, good naturally.
ut is indeed, sab. DE las bottle
wuz froze dead hard"
Bring me some"
When the waiter poured il out il was
so cold that it dribbled slowly into the
glass and sent up n milk-white mist
almost as thick as the foam that raced
to the top of the glass, while the dew
gathered in beads on the bottle. The
millionaire smiled gently as he gazed
at the champagne, and then he glanced
at the painting waiter.
Would you like to SILVER, Thomas?"
he asked, solemly.
"Mc, sahP" said tho waiter, with a
chuckle. Deere amt not'in' in dis
heah wuld ud make ME shiyah t'aight,
sah-no'n'deedy."
"Oh. yes there is"
'.Squse me, sab, but I'm roastin', /
am, n | don b'Iievc III evah be col
again"
ON make you shiver in two min
utes by the watch. or II give you
$50"
go ahead, sah!'
Without more ado the millionaire
took the champagne bottle from the
others hand, turned it upside down,
thrust it calmly down the back of the
darky's neck and left it there. while
the champagne dripped gently down
the waiter s 'spine. Then, watch in
hand, he waited while the loungers sat
up and the walters moved in from the
corridors with their eyes fairly start
ing from their heads.
don you shivah, yo fool niggah,"
said the foremost of them in a hoarse
whisper to Thomas. "IF y do I'll
I'll kick yo' head often y body, shuh.
Y got a chance f ter pay me dem sew
ing dollyahs now, an if y miss it I'll
lam VI will fer a fac"
Meanwhile the waiter stood there
with pursed lips, staring eyes. and
clinched fists. His head was bent for
ward and his legs spread apart. while
his breath came in mighty snorts. The
loungers were crowding around with
their watches in their hands making
bets rapidly while the time wore slowly
away. Presently the millionaire
shouted:
Zone minute!'
"Oh, Lordy!' moancd Thomas in a
voice like the soulful roar Of a cavern
by the sea, I'm a-goin', I'm
a-goin'!'
Remember dem sewing dollyahs!"
There was an awful hush, the sound
of the grinding of African teeth, a wild
''Huh-wu- w%N-whooo!" followed by
helpless chattering, and Thomas stood
shaking like IN aspen leaf, with one
eye turned appealingly on the 81 man.
while the other sought the face Of the
millionaire. One after another the
walters essayed the test, and for two
hours the casino was the l~iveliest spot
in America. Then the famous million
aire climbed contentedly to the seat OF
his cart and murmured, as he drove
home in the moonlight: at wasn't SO
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